Dizzy, I'm chasing a place to sit down
Whack-job, as I'm known around town
I'm hoping, my lies will not leak to your mind
I'm grateful, I got past you just this one more time
I'm walking, where angels will always fear to tread
These angels, warning, warning, you'd be better off dead
Then I get busted, by the White Light Truth confrontation
Assailed, by my own deception asphyxiation
Once again I stop all the useless banter
Once again I center on the things that matter
My breath, my life, my truth.
Burden resting, time is testing, love is nesting
In my heart, in my heart, in my heart.
(SCA/circa 2005)
